Draco Malfoy fic in a Hogwarts universe where Voldy doesn't exist and everyone is alive and well.
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𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇:
Somebody who is the reason for your happiness; a soulmate; a forever lover.
Somebody you find yourself thinking about constant...
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BEFORE OCTOBER'S GONE
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𝐎 𝐂 𝐓 𝐎 𝐁 𝐄 𝐑 𝟐 𝟓 𝐓 𝐇
"It's nice isn't it?"
I glanced between Fred and the view of the grassy fields with the Black Lake beside. We stood on top of a hill that overlooked a massive view of the lake below, sitting like a blanket. The dark water glimmered under the sunlight that bounced off the surface. The trees wore beautiful colours-red and orange and golden; the season that dressed in vibrant hues, autumn arriving like a sweet song.
Today was an unexpected warm day. On days like this, you could breathe in the golden that kissed the trees and ground and feel it soak into every part of your being.
"It is." I exhaled deeply.
Fred swung an arm over my shoulders, grinning. "All the little reasons that make life beautiful, innit?"
My eyebrows drew together in suspicion as I turned my gaze to the red-head. "Totally, but what are we doing here? We should be having breakfast, Freddie."
"Well-look, you need to see the beauty of life beyond the figure of Draco Malfoy."
My mouth fell open and I gaped at Fred. I swat his chest and pushed his arm off. "Fredric Gideon Weasley! Draco Malfoy is not my only reason to live!"
Fred quirked an eyebrow. "Sure about that? Seems he's the only thing that's kept you hanging on these last few months-not that I'm complaining. I'm glad the poor sod has something amazing enough within him to keep my best friend sane. As close to sane as you can be."
I punched his arm, gawking. "Merlin, you lot act as though I have a death wish!"
Fred grimaced as the playful hint in his eyes diminished. "Lys," he turned my shoulders so my body faced his entirely. "I've been a shit friend for not checking in as often as I should've. I didn't see the drug abuse, and then you say you were better off left for-"
"Fred-"
"I'm being serious." He cut me off, his eyes holding multiple visible emotions. Guilt, sadness, sincerity. "I do hope you don't have a death wish but-you've been struggling so much and sometimes I've failed to see it. I just want to help you. I know you're doing this whole healing shabang which includes distance from Draco."
Fred was right.
Draco had become the sole commodity that kept me holding on for so long-and it was unfair for me to put him in that position. It was never his responsibility to save me, but he did, over and over again.
You know you'd die for people. Draco makes me want to live for him. For us.
